4I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. It just seemed impossible
that Harry Potter, my best friend, 'The Boy Who Lived', 'The Chosen
One', was dead. He was on an Auror mission, and was attacked by a werewolf.
A werewolf! It was unbelievable. I could feel tears pouring out of my eyes,
holding on to Hermione, who was balling. Finally, after quite a long ceremony,
came time for me to give my speech, I was nervous about it, for I was making
it up as I went along. I promised him, a very long time ago, that I would
speak at his funeral. Of course, we were only joking at the time, never
expecting it to actually happen.
I let go of Hermione, who gave me a watery kiss, and walked up to the
podium.
"G-Good morning," I said, wiping my tears, "I'm Ron Weasley. Harry
and I were very close. It was rare that the two of us were seen apart. He was
like my 7th brother. We met on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of our
first year and I never looked back. If I never sat with him that day, half of
my family would be dead. Ginny, with the incident in the Chamber of Secrets.
My dad, when he got bit by a snake. Me, when I got poisoned. And all of us
here are still here thanks to him! Harry, as we all know, saved us from
Voldemort! Harry, was the bravest person I ever met. He was always putting his
life on the line for the rest of us. The day he died, he was on an Auror
mission, still out there trying to save the world. He was never, I repeat
never, just thinking about himself. He dumped his girlfriend, who is now his
widow, just for her safety. There were so many people around him who he loved,
and he always worried for them. Yeah, it could get a bit annoying to some of
us sometimes, but it was still him."
"Harry and I had some great times together. We always seemed to be in the
heart of trouble. Professor McGonagall knows that, and I'm sure others are
also able to give testiment to our so called Adventures. I remember the time
when Harry and I made up our divination homework. Ah, we hated divination. We
didn't have the inner eye, see? Anyway, we had to write up dream journals.
Well, we just made it into a big joke, something to lighten the stress of
school. It's a good thing Hermione wasn't in our divination class, she
would have killed us. But see had an even worse inner eye." The crowd
laughed slightly, "Harry was always a family person. But, he didn't act
like the Dursleys were his family. No, us Weasleys were him substitute family,
since his was cruelly taken away from him. But, he loved his children, and
Teddy, his godson, and my sister more than anything in the world."
I looked up and paused for a moment. What now?
"Harry, was my best friend, and I can't imagine life with out him. But
here it is, I'm looking over his coffin, and its killing me. It's cruel he
had to die so young, only at the age of 53."
I looked over at the closed coffin, "Harry," I said, and a burning
feeling swelled up in my throat, "I love you. And I'm going to really miss
you forever. G-g-g-g-ood," I sniffed in many tears, not wanting to say bye,
to finish the sentence which would truly be the end of our friendship on
earth
"Bye." I said with a croak.
I was shaking uncontrollably, now, and half walked, half stumbled over to
Hermione, where I sobbed into her shoulder. And I watched as Teddy, shaky and
tear stained walked unto the platform.